postmodern surreal realist

time creates the error smoothed= vapor trail which is left behind as we push through each day and momentresting and attempting to come to termswith only that which surrounds us

we consider only what comes into our environmentsubjecting us to it's gravityleaving it behind for regretkeeping it in our minds to questionand consistently, alway, identifying only within our observational space

"[he] concluded that, when a person tries to look for what he wants in painting, will never find that which transcends his preferences; Only if one is trapped by the mystery that refuses all explanation, the moment of fear and panic would transcend mediocrity."

i long for a revisit to juxtapositionmy heart belongs to the obscureis it possible to be so lost withinso overly removed from a generally held frame of referenceconsistentlyin such a manner that then becomes the normalto those inside and outi ask myself thisas i see nothing the samea letter from the past reads differently but as clear as it did always before

the question of my answers are not the answers to my questionsbut my questions of my answers are the answers to yours

hypothetically if correctother than being that three minute and twenty second songthat you track until you grow tiredyou hum for an afternoonall so you can believe that you relateeven then most the masses are sheep will likely scoffand in shrill disdaininvalidate